Breaking In the Cat Burglar

[BadForm]

I was good. Not the best, perhaps, but good enough to make a good living. I knew locks, equipment, market prices, and people. I was strong, fact, stealthy and the kind of handsome rogue that would have at least half a shot of selling the crown jewels to the Queen of England. I was good. I was... cocky.

November 17th. Christmas was coming and I needed to make a little extra cash to get my friends and family the gifts they wanted. I'd found a good home in a nice neighborhood. Casing the place had revealed only a young woman lived there. She was comfortably well off without being the kind of rich bitch who would buy thousands of dollars of security equipment. I waited for night time to break in of course and dressed in my work clothes - dark but not black, people always make the mistake of thinking black doesn't stand out at night - stole into the house.

It started out really well. At once I found a stash of jewelry, a purse with over $200 in cash, and a limited edition copy of the Lion King that would make an ideal gift for my nephew without being sold. I decided to work my way through the rest of the house and see what I could find.

Eventually I ended up in the bedroom. I nearly didn't go in there, but going by the sound of snoring I could easily avoid waking her up. I walked quietly through the room, checking drawers and shelves, ignoring anything with a latch that might wake her. There really wasn't anything much there - a little more jewelry and...

As I was closing one draw that contained nothing but underwear the bedroom light went on. I heard a familiar sounding click behind me and froze.

"Turn around slowly!" She commanded.

I was expecting to see the gun that was pointing at me. I wasn't expecting the quirkly smile that played on her face.

 

[BadForm]

<optimistic bump - any dommes out there want to play with him? I'm not squeemish believe me.>

 

[Mist S]

Rina had worked hard for most of her adult life. A good paying job, prudent investments and a decent sized inheritance had left her comfortably set up at the age of twenty-six. She owned a nice, but not ostentatious house, filled with nice, but not overly pricy things, and therefore, rarely bothered to worry about setting the alarm on her house; locking the deadbolt at night was security enough.

That was how the house was that night as well. She’d sat in front of her small dressing table, brushing out her waist length blond hair before she braided it, donned a clingy nighty and climbed into bed at night. Her breasts were decently sized without being overly so which meant she never wore a bra at night, preferring to go to bed unfettered.

She was sound asleep when the first tiny noise registered in her subconscious. Her eyes opened and she wondered what it was, if anything. A new noise broke the silence, a stealthy scraping noise and she sat up. She knew there was an intruder in her house, but instead of being scared and calling the cops, she reached into her side table and pulled out the stub nosed pistol she kept there. She lay back down, tucking the pistol under her pillow, but kept her hand on it loosely. She reasoned that if the intruder came upstairs, she would confront him, if not, her things were photographed and insured. It would save hassles. And yet…she almost wished he would, for if he came upstairs, he would be at her mercy and he wouldn’t exactly go running to the cops after she was done with him would he?

The sound of feet on the steps made her snuggle down into the covers and commence snoring, acting as if she was asleep. It must have worked as her door opened and the silhouette of a person was framed in the dim light. She watched through slitted eyes as he pawed through her belongings, her ire growing with each motion. Finally, as he messed up her neatly folded undies, her temper got the best of her.

She stood up quietly, and reached for the remote that controlled the lights. She cocked the gun, listening to it echo in the sudden stillness of the room as the unknown intruder stopped short. She flicked the lights on. She was happy to notice that he was fairly cute, which fit very nicely into her plans for him.

"Turn around slowly!"

He did as she commanded. She couldn’t help it, she met his nervous gaze with a quirky, self satisfied grin. It disappeared and she asked with a quiet, deadly calm, “What do we have here? Are you a little sneak thief? What the hell do you think gives you the right to come into my bloody house and attempt to lift my possessions?”

She stepped around him then, going to the door and closing it, leaning with her back against it casually. She studied him, waiting for his answer, trying to figure out if he was going to try to bluster his way out, or to plead for her lenience.

 

[BadForm]

In other circumstances I would have tried to seduce and make love with this woman. She was certainly attractive enough. In this situation thought, it was her gun that attracted my attention, not her body.

What do we have here? Are you a little sneak thief? What the hell do you think gives you the right to come into my bloody house and attempt to lift my possessions?” She asked as she went and closed the door.

That barred my only means of escape, not that I would have tried anyway. It's difficult to outrun a bullet. I considered all the different things I could say. "No, I'm not a thief" seemed the least likely to be believed. What else could I be? A mysterious stranger delivering a box of chocolates? A federal agent who got the wrong address? I'd actually got away with that once when I'd been discovered, but somehow this woman didn't seem gullible enough to fall for it.

"I'm sorry," I said, putting on a fake hispanic accent and trying the only lie that might work. "I was desperate. I... I have been sacked and the government she say I am not able to get no benefits! Please, my family, they will starve."

It wasn't working. Perhaps she knew Peruvian from Venezuelan, I could never separated them properly.

 

[Mist S]

OOC switching to first person to make things flow a bit better

I listened to him as he started whining about his family. Typical. If I waited a few minutes, he might start on about the fact it couldnt possible be his fault due to a poor childhood or something equally rediculous. The fake accent was starting to get to me as well. His Hispanic sounded like it had burrs of Scotts in it-it really was getting annoying. I held up my free hand to stop him from saying any more.

I said, in a voice that dripped sweetness, "Oh, thats to bad, I suppose I am supposed to feel so sorry for you that I open the front door and help you carry out the big screen T.V. right? Not going to happen. But, maybe if you do everything I say, without argument, I might not phone the cops on you at least. But, there again, if you screw up in anyway, or I decide you haven't tried hard enough, I might just do it anyway."

I paused, eyeing him up blatently. This could be a lot of fun indeed. My voice turned to ice as I said, "Now, if you don't want me picking up the phone right now, Strip. All of your clothes will come off right now, then you will kneel on the floor and await my next instruction." There was a part of me that hoped he'd refuse-a reluctent play thing could be more fun than one that bowed to every whim.

 

[BadForm]

The voice of sweetness act didn't fool me. For one thing, if you had grown up in a Boys Boarding school in Britain you learned the signs that suggested that a taste of sugar would be followed by an acid bath. And if you'd manage to trick the authorities into allowing you to immigrate to the US ahead of a Scotland Yard investigation, trickery could also be easy to spot. I waited patiently for her to tell me what she was really going to do.

Strip? The command reminded my of my old school master, except that she was a woman... well that wasn't a problem, I preferred women though I had experience with me... and she held a gun. That was a problem. Her gun was to the master's cane what the holdings of the 1st National were to a bankrupt man's pocket.

I hesitated.

This was bad. I couldn't escape, to try would be suicidal. If I was right, it was time to drop the fake Hispanic accent as that was something that hadn't worked. That now marked me not only as a thief but a liar. She was holding a gun and had dropped into sinister mode. I remember once reading that if you're going to be held at gunpoint you should pray it was by an evil person as their gloating would give you time to think of something whereas a good person would simply kill you, but that offered little comfort right then.

I remembered, I hoped in time, that she wanted me naked. If this was going to be sexual then MAYBE I had a chance: I tended to leave my lovers satisfied at least. I'd only ever had one complaint. I pulled off my top as quickly as possible, letting her see that my 37-year old body still had the musculature of someone ten years younger. I didn't hesitate to drop and remove the rest of my clothes. That showed my best feature. Even inert my cock was almost 3 inches long. Erect, it ran 11. Of course, that assumed I could get aroused and being afraid I might be murdered was not exactly conducive to that.

"Ok," I said, my real British accent obvious now. "What are you going to do?"

 

[Mist S]

I watched him strip, covertly admiring his body as each bit of skin was revealed. He seemed to take pretty good care of himself, his muscles were toned. I wondered how flexible he was. Guess I would just have to find out.

"OK, What are you going to do?"

He had dropped the phony accent, which i was glad for. Nothing like nails on the chalkboard for a voice to rile a girl up in the middle of the night. His true British accent was much more pleasant. The only thing that bugged me now was the note of self confidence he still had in his voice. Something I had said had given him the mistaken impression that things weren't as bad as they seemed.

I looked at him. "I believe I told you to get on your knees. Now get Down!" As I said down, I snapped my fingers, pointing to the floor. Instant obedience was the only option in my mind. Still he didn't move, in fact he seemed frozen. So I walked forward and with one finger on the pressure point at the juncture of his neck, I pressed, assuming the pain now radiating to his brain would force his compliance.

After that, I bent down, keeping an eye on him and picked up his discarded clothes, locking them in a wardrobe. Coiled on the bottom of this was a length of rope which I pulled out and tied carefully around his wrists, looping between his legs and then up over his back to finish around his neck. The purpose of this was to prevent him struggling to get away, or untie the knot, for if he tried, the only thing that would happen would be his slow strangulation instead.

More confident now that he was trussed up, I placed the gun out of reach and took a seat back wards on a chair. My parted thighs allowed the nighty I was wearing to ride up, offering a teasing glimpse of my carefully shaved snatch. I rested my arms on the back of the chair, chin on top and considered my prey.

Casually,"So. Why don't you amuse me now, beg me to let you go. If you do that well, I might be inclined to grant your request." I love toying with them, giving them a false sense of hope. I wondered if he would.

 

[BadForm]

There was something different about this woman. Very few people knew how to tie knots like that - it wasn't the kind of thing you learned in the guides exactly. The first knot at my wrists would have been easy to slip were it not for what she did with the rope after that. Something told me she was hoping I would try so she could watch the basics of mechanics in painful operation around my neck for a while. I didn't give her the pleasure.

When she returned to the bed she deliberately exposed herself. It was an attempt to get me aroused, and it worked. I felt my cock begin to grow despite my fear and wondered how she would react. Then came her instruction.

"So. Why don't you amuse me now, beg me to let you go. If you do that well, I might be inclined to grant your request."

I opened my mouth to begin. Then stopped.

Nobody who ASKED you to beg intended to let you go if you did. Likely enough she didn't even really want to see me beg if she realized I wasn't doing so in a firm belief it would help. She'd just see that as an attempt to play with her, to try to trick her again into thinking I was feeling as she wanted me to feel. I decided to stay honest. Whatever I said was going to result in pain. I might as well let her know I could read her so far. Maybe the intelligence would appeal.

"No. That's a game. You're not going to let me go are you? What are you going to do? Torture me? Kill me? I hope not, but I can't stop you. I'm at your mercy, you know that. You might as well get on with whatever it is you want and stop telling me to do things that you know I know you don't care about. You're too clever for that."

I wasn't even sure why that last came out. It sounded like sucking up to her, but it wasn't. I realized I was actually admiring her - her guile, her knowledge... I was good. She, at least in her own field, was better.

 

[Mist S]

Flashing him seemed to work. I watched with interest as his cock twitched and swelled as if became semi-hard. Guys were funny, show them a little bit of ass or pussy and they reacted every time-it didn’t even matter if it was a cute ass. I watched it, he seemed to be stuck at about half mast and I reasoned that fear might be playing a part, hindering the response.

Asking him to beg wasn’t working and I felt a grudging admiration growing in me. This guy wasn’t a pushover, and I liked that. It made tonight’s fun and games a little more challenging.

"No. That's a game. You're not going to let me go are you? What are you going to do? Torture me? Kill me? I hope not, but I can't stop you. I'm at your mercy, you know that. You might as well get on with whatever it is you want and stop telling me to do things that you know I know you don't care about. You're too clever for that."

Perhaps it was time for a little bit of honesty of my own. Maybe lull him into a sense of security until I had him right where I wanted him. I said, “Well, if I am so clever, then so are you to figure that part out. I have no real intention of killing you, or torturing you, though, you might think what I have in mind is torture. It wont disfigure you of that’s a consolation. And, just so you know, I will eventually let you go, unless you decide you want to stay. I know, I can see it in your eyes. You are thinking, why the hell would I want to stay? Well, I am not answering that for now, but stranger things have happened. Besides, I don’t really want you underfoot all the time anyway. As to what I want, I like men such as yourself, I like to bend them to my will, turn them into docile creatures whose first thoughts are what I want and how to best provide it for me. I don’t expect you to understand that to begin with, but for now I would settle for you doing as you are told, which, once you resign yourself to it, providing me pleasure, though probably not in a manner you are accustomed to.”

Finally finished speaking for the moment, I sit back and wait for him to digest the load I have just handed him, for him to decide if he would do it or not.

 

[BadForm]

I listened while she spoke. Generally it was the best thing to do: people were so seldomg listened to, that they could easily become putty to someone who could listen. In a survival situation though it was not only the best thing it was the only thing. Learn the rules, work out the code, see where the faults are and find a way to exploit them. She was talking about... what was it called? BDSM? I'd heard of it, I'd just never seen the point in going there. Of course, since I wasn't exactly a willing partner this wasn't just BDSM. Oh well, time to comply.

"So you're a dominatrix. You like men to obey you. If I heard you right you're a sadist too. Can't say I like being trapped by you, but it's you who has the power isn't it? Ok, let's begin."

I struggled in my bonds just enough to make my body wriggle visibly without tightening the knots.

"Please... no... I'm sorry. Oh God, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done it... Don't hurt me."

I put on a pleading tone and even managed to force a tear by painfully digging my nails into my palm as stimulus. Then I stopped.

"You told me to beg. You know it's not real, but if that's what you want then I guess I have no option."

I wondered, as I waited, whether she would see that as the compliance she demanded or a mockery of it. I'd know soon enough and, from there, at least I could work out where to go. If she responded with some form of approval then all I had to do was comply with anything she demanded. That just relied on closing down my soul like I had back at school more than once. On the other hand, if it was anger, then she wanted me to be who I was and act according to my desired no matter what she demanded... at least, until she had inflicted so much pain that I could no longer resist. That situation was a more desperate one.

I settled back and looked at her.

 

[Mist S]

"So you're a dominatrix. You like men to obey you. If I heard you right you're a sadist too. Can't say I like being trapped by you, but it's you who has the power isn't it? Ok, let's begin."

A sadist…that was a little bit harsh in my opinion, but my expression stayed the same, giving none of my thoughts away. I watched as he began to writhe in his bonds, somehow managing to keep a straight face even though the ridiculousness of his actions only made me want to laugh.

"Please... no... I'm sorry. Oh God, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done it... Don't hurt me." I stared at him, my face like stone. His cavalier attitude was starting to really piss me off, but I was finding out that he was going to be a hard nut to crack. He continued, "You told me to beg. You know it's not real, but if that's what you want then I guess I have no option."

I stood then, walking over to him and tightening the rope that bound him, making sure there was no chance he could escape on his own. I leaned over him, letting him have a good glimpse of my cleavage down the low cut nighty as I stared right into his eyes. I said, “If you plan to be such an ass, this will go on for a long time. For now, I am going to leave you to your thoughts, when you decide to be reasonable and sincere, you may call to me. Don’t think about trying to escape, as you can see, there are bars on the window and the door is the only exit. I may or may not be watching it, but you don’t really want to take the chance that I am do you?” This was just in case by some miracle he did manage to loosen his bonds.

I turned and picked up the gun and remote once more before I left the room, leaving him to his thoughts, whatever they might be. I locked the door with the key that hung on the outside wall and went downstairs. When I hit the bottom step, I turned the lights off, leaving him alone in the dark. Making my way to the kitchen, I made a cup of tea and then wandered over to the office. Stepping inside and closing the door, I pressed the button to turn on the monitors keyboard. A few keystrokes later, I was looking at the infrared image of my captive. This was a device I’d had installed, just for moments like these, so I could keep an eye on my playtoys without their knowledge. A flick of a switch and sound was added so I could hear anything he had to say. I sat back and sipped my tea, eyes on the monitor.

 

[BadForm]

Anger. She wanted me to "be myself" so she could break me, not just play along to placate her. Damn, that would make it difficult... and painful. Oddly I believed her when she said she wouldn't "disfigure" me, but that word was so open to interpretation it could mean virtually anything short of castration or severing a limb. Hell, if she was crazy she could see that as figure-molding instead of disfiguring. I also believed she intended to let me go some time. The way she had said she didn't want me underfoot was too derisive to disbelieve.

She tightened the bonds to ensure I couldn't escape and told me what I already knew about the security. There was no point in trying to escape, much as it was an appealing prospect. Now she was aware of me it wasn't like I could sneak around. Besides, while she wanted me to fight it seemed, I doubt an attempt to escape would guarantee her promise not to outright harm me would remain true.

I ignored her beauty and her scent as she leaned over me and worked. And when she left I said nothing for a while. When I did speak it was quietly, in case she was listening outside the door or something. If she wasn't, I didn't know how she would hear.

"You've left me unable to do anything. Fine, then I won't."

I let the music play. Brahms, Mozart, Rachmaninov. The concertos, the symphonies. I let my mind fill with old masters and went inside myself. I'd learned to survive humiliation that way at school, though it only barely worked with pain. I could sit still for hours, generally being more likely to fall asleep that way than yield to the minor discomforts of an inert body. If she wanted a fight, I'd give her one. Silent, inert resistence.

My body went to sleep before I slumped to the floor unconsious.

 

[Mist S]

"You've left me unable to do anything. Fine, then I won't."

An enigma, thats what he was. Most people, after sitting for a few hours, unable to move would have called out by now. But not this one. No, instead he chose to go to sleep. Unfortunately for him, when he slumped to the floor, the rope would bite into his neck. When he first hit the floor, I sat up straight, my legs coming off where they had been resting on the desk. I leaned toward the monitor to see if he was moving, struggling to get up, but there was nothing. I wasn't sure if he had placed himself in some sort of trance or not, but whatever he was up to, he couldn't stay like that.

My feet carried me quickly up the stairs, I unlocked the door and manually flicked on the lights, having forgotten the remote downstairs. Crossing to his side, I loosened the rope around his throat. I tied it in a new fashion, an intricate looping of rope around his arms so that they were folded beneath him in a reverse straight jacket sort of deal. I might have been able to just tie his wrists, but I didn't know enough about him to know how proficient he would be at slipping them and an enraged male loose in my bedroom was the last thing I wanted.

I sat cross legged beside him, considering my options. This wasn't the way the game was played normally, and in many ways I was still enjoying myself. But, I wanted to find the tiny chink in his armor, without resorting to brutality. It wasn't really my style to break my toys, I liked to play nicely, but firmly, to bend them instead. On top of that, something was telling me that the way into this mans shell, was not best achieved through brute force, a jackhammer would work, but the contents would be ruined.

I needed to try something new. Standing, I shrugged out of my nightie before taking up my former position. He had responded to my charms once, perhaps he would again. It might be easier to talk to his cock than to his brain. Now I just had to wait for him to wake up.

 

[BadForm]

Not, then, merciless. I stayed quiet and as flaccid as if I were still unconscious as she changed my bonds. Of course, I wasn't capable of not waking as the pain around my neck increased when I fell, but I had chosen to accept it for at least a few seconds to see what she did. That meant there was a way to survive, and depending on just how many of her own buttons I could find, possibly even come out on top.

I listened to what she was doing as she stood up from me. She was undressing. I heard her nightie fall to the floor. So, she wanted to change the play. That left me with two options: pretend to still be asleep, or feign awakening to me truly awakened state. I went with the latter.

I groaned and twisted slightly, flinching against my newly positioned bonds as though I had just realized I was bound, much as you might waking in such a weird situation. I opened my eyes in a fake startlement and let the look turn more placid as I saw her. My cock responded to her body and I let it, not that I could have stopped it if I tried.

"You're back," I croaked and my hoarse voice was not feigned after the brief strangulation. "I hurt."

I passed no comment about her nudity. She knew I was aroused, she knew I could do nothing. So far, being honest and yet showing a strength in resistance by not giving her exactly what she wanted had worked well. My statement was honest, it also said I had no immediate interest in her body, despite how my own responded.

"What now?"

 

[Mist S]

"You're back. I hurt." His voice was hoarse as was predictable for somone who had just expirienced strangulation, however briefly. I sat up and looked at him coldly.

"Of course you hurt. Anyone would hurt if they were so stupid as to sit there for that long until they fell over. You can only blame yourself for that." My voice turned considering when I spoke next. "I didnt take you for a stupid man, are you trying to prove differently? Nevermind, dont answer that. I will find out the answer as time passes. I would like some different answers however. What is your real name, and why exactly are you in my house. To steal is the obvious answer, but why, or why my house is the more appropriate question. And I suppose the biggest question of all, would be why are you fighting this hard? You are fully aware of how helpless you are right now, I have already told you I dont intend to badly hurt you, if you did it right, that could be changed to not at all. But you persist in making me mad, as if you want me to start beating on you. I am begining to wonder if you are actually a masochist."

For the moment i Ignored his bodies reaction to me, returning the favor. I was fishing for information, looking for a crack. If the answers didnt give them it to me, at least i would have a better working base to plot a new attack.

 

[BadForm]

"Massochist," a laugh stuttered through my lips. "No. Out of options, yes. Look, I tried to just do what you said and you got mad. You told me to beg, I begged, you got angry. So it seems you don't want me to just 'do as I'm told', do you? You want me to be real. Well here's the thing, I'm not afraid of you."

I looked into her eyes for a reaction and was surprised to see none there. Other than her discovering me in the first place, that was the first true surprise she's sprung.

"You've made it plain you don't intend to injure me. You've just proven you don't intend to let me die. That means all you have to threaten me with is pain and I got used to that... years ago."

I chose not to elaborate. Apart from anything else, if she knew the levels to which the school masters had gone then she would know the extent beyond which she may want to take me.

"I also believe you intend to let me go... no let me correct that... make me go some time. Now that's kind of strange since I can identify you now. Of course, I'm not sure who I would identify you to. Telling the police I was assaulted by a woman who I was trying to rob would probably not be a good idea...

"As to why I was trying to rob you, you seem like an intelligent woman. You could work it out for yourself. Look, I've checked on your house - you don't have a great security system. What you do have you often leave turned off. That wouldn't be true if I went more upscale. On the other hand, you're rich enough to be worth stealing from."

That left one more thing.

"As to my name, I don't give that out. Pick one: Tommy, John, Marcus, I've probably used them all some time or other."

 

[Mist S]

This conversation was actually proving quite insightful. His comment about the pain concept just confirmed what I already believed. Pain was not going to be the key to his soul. That was actually a good thing.

I looked at him and began answering his statements backwards. "I suppose I don't really care what your name actually is, but I would have thought the more personal reference would be better for the both of us. No? Fine I shall just have to think of you as the thing on my floor. Not very appealing, but whatever. I am aware of my security measures, their failings and all, I was just curious as to if this was just that, or a deeper purpose. Yes, I do intend to open the door for you at some point, I dont see the use in keeping you chained up (figuratively speaking) for to long. As for who you could tell, the answer is, nobody that would do you any damn good. If you have some goonish friends, I dont suppose you would tell them what went on here, they would most likely laugh at you. As for the cops, it would be remarkably easy for me to tell them you had broken into my house and tried to rape me. As an upstanding citizen in my own home, I would be the more believable one." I paused then, allowing my words to sink in before I continued.

"Pain...how barbaric. I don't believe in using pain to start the process of getting my own way. There are so many other possibilities. You are forgetting one thing that might just work on you." I let him ponder that for a bit.

"Out of options? Not by a long shot actually. Perhaps if you dropped the attitude, and paid attention, you would be better served. I told you at the very begining what I wanted from you, so far, you have only made one attempt, in a manner that I found to be fake and disrespectful. That is one way to make me angry. An option open to you, is to go with the flow, give what I ask of you an honest try, you might just find it more fun than you would expect. Another option to you, is to continue to refuse, at which point I will make life quite miserable for you while I derive enjoyment. I guarantee that you wouldnt like that option. Your third and final option is to tell me to call the cops. I don't think you want that either, as you would assuradly wind up in jail, probably as some guys plaything and I know he wouldn't be as nice as I am trying to be."

I had one other trick up my sleeve if appealing to his sense of logic didn't work, but if that failed, life was going to get ugly around my house...Not a thing I cared to have happen, but I was slowly losing patience.

 

[BadForm]

I looked up at her, unaware of the smile on my lips as I tried to examine what was going on. By rights I should be terrified I was going to be abused, shot or arrested, but I wasn't. What I was was fascinated, and that was going to make giving her what she wanted difficult. Of course, that in turn might increase the likelihood of an unpleasant event but, while it wouldn't be accurate to say I didn't care, it was true to say I didn't feel any connection to that possibility. Then it struck me, though not, I suspect, what she expected. She wanted me to beg and to be honest. I could do that... just not exactly how she'd said.

"Let me stay," I whispered. It was embarrassing, but it was what I wanted. "Let me stay, please, let me stay."

She seemed surprised, thought in my embarrassed state I could be mistaking an act for the real thing.

"It... it sounds crazy, right, but... well... you fascinate me. I-I don't know what else to say. I'll do what you want, and that includes giving you a struggle if sometimes... but... god, this is weird, I've never felt like this before. You're different. You're not like everyone else. I mean you can have fun with people, well I can, I have... all my life I guess. I know how to toy with them... but not you. I feel like a moth watching a flame. No that's too prosaic for you isn' it? I mean, god, how do I say this. You're better than me... I want to learn. Teach me, please."

I give her the look which captures every sincere feeling I've ever felt, probably half of which are right in this instant anyway. "Please..."

 

[Mist S]

He was smiling slightly. The far off look in his eyes told me he probably wasn’t even aware of it, but it put me on my guard, wondering what he was planning now. Perhaps because of this wariness, I didn’t react as well or as gullibly as I might have otherwise.

"Let me stay. Let me stay, please, let me stay."

The abrupt turn around was surprising to say the least. I looked at him, a brow arched skeptically. He seemed embarrassed, oddly enough, it rang as a true emotion. I listened as he continued to speak.

"It... it sounds crazy, right, but... well... you fascinate me. I-I don't know what else to say. I'll do what you want, and that includes giving you a struggle if sometimes... but... god, this is weird, I've never felt like this before. You're different. You're not like everyone else. I mean you can have fun with people, well I can, I have... all my life I guess. I know how to toy with them... but not you. I feel like a moth watching a flame. No that's too prosaic for you isn' it? I mean, god, how do I say this. You're better than me... I want to learn. Teach me, please."

Crazy? Damn straight it sounded crazy. But no matter how I looked at it, he sounded sincere. I decided to play it cautiously for the moment, time would prove if it was a false emotion. I leaned forward and spoke. “Teach you? You want to be just like me, is that it? You might have the potential, only time would tell. I might be willing to impart my knowledge, but the best way to learn is through experiencing it. If you have the true desire to learn, you must also learn to trust.. Oh, and the other key is honesty. In all things, no more petty games about names or any other bullshit. I would expect you to do what I told you to, without argument, to try anything I asked of you with honest effort, no more fake shit.”

I stared at him. “I don’t know if you have what it takes. I think it would be far easier to take what I wanted from you and toss you out on the street. Your actions tonight have shown me a strong spirit, one that might be moldable into something similar to myself, but your resistance is detrimental to the process. Why should I believe you?”

I was playing devils advocate now, having already pretty much decided to go along with this new game, at the very least it was better than sitting on my floor naked and playing pointless mind games. I wanted something to happen, or I might be better off in just going back to bed. The next move was his, I needed him to open up to me, convince me and drive the suspicion from my mind before I would really be willing to trust him, even a little.

 

[BadForm]

Her threat rang... hollow. It sounded either like a game, or like she was trying to hold on to anger at how I'd acted, but not that she was truly considering sending me away. I stopped the smile before it formed and considered her request. What could I do to show I was worthy of staying, of learning from her. Well, there was one thing I'd said that had pissed her off more than I meant it to. Time to unsay it.. or at least fill in the gaps.

"I don't give my name for two reasons. First, obviously, I'm a thief - why the hell would I give my name out to people. Second... I _think_ it's James Fortesque."

She seemed puzzled.

"Look, I haven't used my name since I ran away from boarding school when I was what... 9? 10? 12 maybe... Thats over 25 years ago. I told you, if you pick a name I've probably used it. You want to know whether you can trust me: I just told you two things I've never told anyone before. If that's not enough, tell me what is and I'll do it."

I tried to make sure that my words held the sincerity I felt. They could, I realized as I spoke them, all too easily come across as harsh, spiteful or angry.

 

[Mist S]

"I don't give my name for two reasons. First, obviously, I'm a thief - why the hell would I give my name out to people. Second... I _think_ it's James Fortesque."

I didn't know if he was telling the truth, I wasn't even really sure I cared. This was a starting place, a place to move forward from. I was a little confused as to why he had said 'I think' and it must have showed for he elaborated.

"Look, I haven't used my name since I ran away from boarding school when I was what... 9? 10? 12 maybe... Thats over 25 years ago. I told you, if you pick a name I've probably used it. You want to know whether you can trust me: I just told you two things I've never told anyone before. If that's not enough, tell me what is and I'll do it."

More and more I believed he meant what he was saying. I also read a large amount of very carefully buried pain in his words-whatever had made him run away from boarding school was a painful thing, something buried deep in the past and I could tell it had taken a good jolt to force even that much of an admission from him. It was time for me to return the favor.

I stood up and moved behind him. I untied the rope that bound him, knowing that he had probably lost feeling in those appendages a while ago. As I coiled the rope, I said, "Well James, my name is Rina, and I will be your teacher for the evening. If you do well, your lessons will continue. How well you perform is in direct comparison to how much I will teach. This process can be a lot of fun for both of us, but it requires you to cooperate fully, and give me your all. I appreciate honesty, and if we start something and you don't care for it, the last thing I want you to do is pretend its the greatest thing you've ever done. Agreed?"

With that, as if to seal the deal I dropped to my knees in front of him and snaked my hand into his hair. Pulling his head to wards me, I slanted my lips across his, taking ownership of the kiss at its inception. Pulling back finally, I said, "If that is acceptable, you will begin by calling me Mistress, that title will precede everything you say from this moment forward. Further, your main objective is to make me happy. I want to know what you think might best accomplish that."

 

[BadForm]

When the bonds were untied I felt the blood begin to flow back into long-constricted vessels. It began as a tingle and rapidly built to pain. I accepted it as a challenge, not so much to her as to myself. I would be strong and not show weakness while I did exactly what she asked.

I listened to her offer, her demand for honesty and simply nodded. Then she knelt and claimed me, kissing me as though I had no choice. I had no choice. She had untied me now and she was not holding the gun but she didn't need it. Sometimes, there are greater traps than bonds or the threat of death. I responded to her kiss eagerly, wanting to reach out and touch her but did not want to break the spell. Instead, I accepted.

She spoke again and offered me her title of Mistress. Mistress.... I let my mind taste the word, feel its weight and depth. It was familiar and strange. It held the power of Master, the title of the tutors at school who held absolute control, yet it was soft and feminine. Yes, tonight and maybe longer, she would be mistress. Her question though was puzzling. What would please her. I turned it over in my head but still could not find an answer.

"Mistress, I do not know. I have never known a woman like you. Most would be pleased by my tongue or... by other parts of my body. You are naked, but that was merely to tease me. Does it please you that I am teased? I do not know."

I'd acknowledged my lack of knowledge and as I spoke there was only one more thing I could say.

"Mistress, I will please you best, at least as best I am able... if you will tell me how."

 

[Mist S]

I felt his eagerness as I kissed him, but he did quite well, accepting passively, the only true response being the way his lips worked against mine. There was a lot of potential in this man, though as sub or Dom, I hadn't yet decided.

"Mistress, I do not know. I have never known a woman like you. Most would be pleased by my tongue or... by other parts of my body. You are naked, but that was merely to tease me. Does it please you that I am teased? I do not know."

Did I tell him that his very honesty was pleasing to me? That either his tongue or his body would be quite pleasing as well? Not yet, and not as blunt as that, for I had plans for him, plans that were growing bigger as the moments passed.

"Mistress, I will please you best, at least as best I am able... if you will tell me how."

I looked at the time. It was after 3am. Time enough to begin, for the prospect of playtime had invigorated me. I stood up once more and went back to the wardrobe I had pulled the rope from earlier. This was actually my in room toy chest, I had one that was far better equiped in the basement, but for now the contents up here would suit my purpose.

I pulled out a strip of leather, turning it over in my hands while I thought about it for a few minutes. I finally turned around and handed it over, saying, "This, is a training collar. It is big, ungainly and pretty damn ugly to boot. But I expect you to wear it with pride, take pleasure in the fact that it signifies your determination to be mine for now, to accept the things I ask you to do and the weight of it itself will serve as a reminder of that dedication when I ask for something hard. I will test you often in the next while, you might need all the help you can get. You will place it around your own neck as a symbol of your acceptance of it."

I waited, then after a bit of thought said, "I am unlike most of the others I know, because I am often pleased best by bringing pleasure to those that serve me, often in unexpected ways. But, that is a thing you must earn for yourself before I grant you that gift. You ask if it pleases me that you are teased, and the answer to that is yes, but it is also a multifauceted thing. I like to view the aroused male form, to know that I can inspire such a reaction. It gets me hot, but especially so to arouse a man and then withhold satisfaction for as long as I choose, driving him to a fever pitch before I allow release. It both amuses and arouses me. Now, for what you may do to please me, you may move from your kneeling position, crawl over here and please me with your tongue. I would like to see what the depth of your talent is."

 

[BadForm]

A training collar? It was a slave collar... or dog collar. It marked me as less, and I turned it over in my hands with a hidden humor. This was symbolic for her, for me it was irrelevant. Signs and symbols were only effective if you chose to buy into them, and I had been living to read them to my advantage for so long that seeing submission in a symbol of it was nonsensical. Not, however, unpleasant. I fastened the collar as I listened to her instructions. My intrigue, both about her and about myself, mounted.

To please her with my tongue. I knew what that meant for most people - it meant oral sex where the tongue was the primary implement of pleasure. Primary, not only. Oral sex may include the lips, the hands, the breath, even for some the teeth - although only with caution. With her did it mean the tongue alone?

I stood from my position, feeling my legs as jelly. They could barely support me after having been in the one constricted position so long. It took all the willpower I had to move over to her without falling, but I would not let her down. I bent before her and planted a suckling kiss on her shoulder.

"Mistress," I whispered. "If you mean only my tongue, that will be difficult. May I use my mouth as well? May I use my fingers? Or is this a test of my tongue alone?"

I kissed her neck gently and moved to the back of her ear which I tickled with the tip of my tongue as I awaited her response.

 

[Mist S]

A slight smile touches my lips as I view the tremor that shakes his legs as he stands and comes to me. I know how long he has remained in the same position, the pins and needles that are most likely racking his legs at this point. This is a part of the reason that I had instructed him to crawl to me. There was a great deal of pleasure to be found fo me in that act.

He kissed my shoulder, sending a tingle down my arm, even as my nipples tightened noticeably. It had been far to long since I had been with anyone, making his job potentially very easy tonight.

"Mistress, if you mean only my tongue, that will be difficult. May I use my mouth as well? May I use my fingers? Or is this a test of my tongue alone?"

I heard the whisper, felt the breath of air that accompanied it as his voice brushed across my shoulder and squelched the shiver I felt building in response. I looked at him and said with calmness that I had to fight a little bit for, “First of all, I instructed you to crawl over here. You walked. You must listen to what I say and follow the instruction to the letter. That will save you a great deal of grief in the long run. Because This is the first infraction since you placed that collar around your neck, I will go easy on you. Be warned however, my patience doesn’t stretch forever. Be glad though, for there are some Mistresses out there that would have you on a rack receiving a flogging for that small mistake. For you however, the first instruction holds, but you may use your tongue, mouth and teeth…with caution, but not your fingers, and now you will continue until I tell you to stop.”